I should probably tell you now that the truth of my story is in many ways more bizarre than anything I could make up. The first bizarre fact that makes my story what it is, is that both my parents have been wearing diapers as long as I can remember. My dad is a diaper lover and my mother is an adult baby. I can't imagine that to people like that would find each other before the Internet, especially in a city of 45, in which they lived.
My mother is a teacher at our local college and my father is computer technician for a major insurance company. The first thing I can remember about my life in diapers was at the age of 6 when my younger sister, who was 5 at the time, asked why we were still wearing diapers when our neighbors and friends didn't. Our parents sat down with us in the living room and explained to us that some people choose to wear diapers and others choose not to wear them.
Our parents wanted us to have the choice to wear diapers or not to wear diapers because they did not. Now, I didn't realize at the time why the choice was so important to them, although I do now. The only other thing I remember from when I was six that is relevant to the story is that I decided to stay in diapers, and my sister, who had friends pressuring her, decided not to stay in diapers.
My parents and the school nurse helped my keep my incontinence as she called it quiet until I was about 10 years old when my sister unthinkingly mentioned that I wore diapers to one of her friends in school who had a sister in my grade who proceeded to tell her friends and so on until everyone knew that I was still in diapers.
She felt guilty about it for years after it happened. Within a month of everyone finding out I dropped out of public school for three years. I was re- enrolled in a private school for kids with disabilities. Most had learning disabilities like blindness and deafness, and some had physical disabilities like seizures, paralysis, missing legs, muscular problems, etc.
Very few were truly slow people. Some were in fact quite intelligent and they were all accepting people. It was here that I met my best friends to this day: David, who had been partially paralyzed on the left half of his body since birth I always forget what it's called , and Adam, who was incontinent from a childhood accident.
Both were very intelligent people who, like me, just didn't fit in quite well with the "other kids" as we called the kids who made fun of us at public schools. By that time, my parents had made my sister start changing my diapers as her punishment for exposing me at school and for becoming increasingly more arrogant around me because she didn't wear diapers.
Little did she know at that point in her life that she was the only one in family who wasn't wearing diapers. By the time I started at the Private School, Kelly was changing me everyday before and after school.
I was very reluctant to let her change my diapers at first but my mother told me that in her house, I followed her rules. I of course put up a verbal fight with her, having had a taste of independence when she stopped bathing on my 10th birthday. The argument didn't go my way at all.
That night was the first time my mother ever used my diapers to punish me. She did so by taking them all away. She left me with only my plastic pants to wear for the entirety of that Saturday. If I made a mess anywhere in the house whether pee or poop I had to clean it up. Thus I ended up spending most of the weekend sitting on a toilet pouting like a toddler. Saturday night my dad came home from a business trip and was in a good mood until he heard about my unruly behavior and the way I was being punished.
My sister was over at a friend's house for a sleepover. I remember my dad taking my mom into their bedroom and overhearing him scold her and say something like "You've been a bad girl. I heard my mom sobbing quietly between smacks.
I was disturbed to say the least, so I slid on my last pair of clean plastic pants and to tide me over long enough to sneak up to the only half closed bedroom door where my parents were. What I saw changed my life. On the bed was my mom wearing only a shirt and bra getting her diaper changed by my dad. The wet terry diapers that she had been wearing previously were rolled laying on the floor next to the bed. As I recall, she was still sobbing softly and her eyes were wet with tears but she seemed happy as she watched my dad diaper her.
They were talking about me through the whole process. It wasn't until my dad was sliding on the pull plastic pants over my mother's fresh diapers that it occurred to me why she always changed into knee high dresses within 15 minutes of dad getting home when she wore slacks to work every day.
As I was putting all these things that my mother did at home over the years together my mother saw me at the door. To make a long story short three important things happened that night.
I found out that my mom liked to act like a baby from time to time and wore thick terry diapers at home every night and on weekends while my dad changed her and gave her bottles and toys to play with at night when my sister and I were sent to bed early for what seemed like no apparent reason until now.
The second is that my mom would never take my diapers away again as long I followed a few simple rules. The third thing that happened that night was the creation of some new rules for me. The first was that my sister would be the only one who could diaper me at home until I turned 14 unless no one else was available this would force me and my sister to get along or this rule could become miserable for the both of us.
The second rule was that from now on I would wear terry cloth diapers from 7: The third rule was that I was not allowed to change myself under any circumstances until I turned The fourth and final rule was that I had to keep what I knew about my parent's personal lives secret from my sister as well as anyone else who didn't already know about it.
Well, from then on until I hit puberty life was good and my comfort was defined by the state of my diapers. By the time I turned 14 and my sister was no longer required to diaper me, diapers had begun to develop a new role in my life. I had begun growing pubic hair about this time and my parents, having changed my wet and messy diapers for 14 years, wear getting a little lazy about changing me. After I messed myself and waited for as much as an hour for a change, all I got in the way of clean up was a quick once over on my poop-smeared behind and lean amount of baby powder from my sister, and not a whole lot better from my mother and father.
By the time I was 15 and had a full bush of hair in my diaper area, what was at that time a chronic diaper rash had developed into a full-blown yeast infection. When I finally worked up the courage to ask my parents to take me to the doctor, the situation had come to a head.
It was that first time I had ever told my parents they can stick their diaper change rules right up their asses. My sex organs, which I only saw about 15 minutes a day, felt like they were falling off. My crouch smelled like sourdough even 5 minutes after a shower. After it was all said and done, the rules were completely removed by my 16th birthday as was my yeast infection and my self-disgust. It was a good thing too because I had met a girl at the private high school I was attending. I was changing my own diapers now and deciding how many and what kind I was wearing.
I had gotten to a pretty effective schedule by my sophomore year in high school. First thing I would do upon waking every morning is I would take off my terry night diapers and plastic pants. My sister usually came in at about the time I was finished taking in the enema and occasionally help me be squeezing the bag to get the last of it in before showering herself while I sat on the toilet waiting until I had to expel. Kelly had really mellowed out by that point and, although she didn't respect my choice to wear diapers at that time she did respect my right live with my choice.
Thus, she had stopped teasing me except in a playful manner from time to time and she stood up for me in front of her friends.
However, she still as far as I know did not know about our parents' lifestyle. Anyway, retaining the enema was a challenge in and of itself because I had never trained my anus to stay shut. It wasn't until I found an enema tip that had the double inflatable bulbs that this problem was a solved.
Once my sister was out of showering and shaving my face and every inch of my diaper area. Then I would cut slits into the back of an Abena Abri-Form Medium X-Plus before applying a thick layer of Nursery Petroleum Jelly over my entire diaper area including my hips and butt cheeks, penis, scrotum, and anus as well as around my inner thighs.
I would then tape on the Abena diaper as tightly as possible before wrapping duct tape around my waist at the top of diaper just above my hips to help keep it from sagging. Then I tape on a Molicare Super Plus Medium tightly over the Abena and secure it around my hips with duct tape as before.
The last thing I would do is put on a pair of plastic pant that just barely covered my diapers and fit tightly around my thighs and waist to ensure that their were no leaks and minimize the crinkling sound the diapers and plastic pants make.
This setup has lasted me as long as 14 hours but has never needed changing in less than 4 hours unless I had a BM except on very hot summer days when I drank a whole lot of water. The last thing I do before putting on a loose pair of pants or shorts-- depending on the occasion-- is something that I learned on my own from experimentation as a boy pubescent young man.
I pick up a bottle of Astro-glide and squirt a quarter size amount on my inner thighs were my diapers meet my legs. I then spread it around where the leg gather on the diapers and plastic pants rub my inner thighs to reduce friction make it more comfortable to walk normally.
After I was finished with this process I had one extra activity to do before dressing almost every morning. I would proceed to play a DVD compilation of all the ABDL videos all girls; boys in diapers never really turned me on unless they were masturbating in messy diapers.
I had collected over the years off the Internet and masturbate through my diapers until I climaxed. Then I would get dressed, eat breakfast, drink a large glass of Metamucil, and drive to school. I often sat in the parking lot for about half an hour and smoked cigarettes until school started. At school the teasing had all but stopped.
Growing up with the same group of kids in a town of 15, has the effect of making oddities like me wearing diapers old news. Not to mention that since I began deciding what diapers I wore to school, my diapers really only make themselves known by causing a bulge in my crotch and ass is when I sat down or when I bent over, respectively.
But I learned just sit note-pad or whatever in my lap when sitting down in class if necessary and to crouch instead of bend over. When I got home from school I changed my diapers immediately because they were usually soaked by that time. What I changed into next varied depending upon what was going on that night. If my friends, David and Adam, and I were going out to do something that night, I would usually put on one Abena X-Plus Medium after applying a liberal amount of baby oil.
In case I needed to change myself while we were out I always brought two extra Abena diapers, baby powder, and wipes along so I wouldn't have to run home to change. If I was staying home for the night I would change into 3 triple-layered terry diapers and plastic pants and then get out my "diaper pants" as I called them.
They were 2 inches larger than my normal school pants, which meant they would fall off if I was wearing disposables. They were extra baggy, too, so my diapers wouldn't be as noticeable under them. Of course everyone in the house knew I was wearing them but I didn't like to make it too obvious that I was wearing diapers when my friends came over to play console games or when other guests came by the house.
However, most of the people who came by regularly new the gist of my story anyway: I never was toilet-trained.